” And then he flashed his whole conception of the relations of men and women upon her in one astonishing question. “It’s still a marvel to me that we are to be forgiven,” she said, turning. ’ ‘Hadn’t the wit, you mean. Ann Veronica was by this time quite shocked at her own thoughts, and yet they would go on with their freaks. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. ‘And how is it that you have acquired this garb of a religieuse?’ he asked as she fitted the veil over her head. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. And a custom had grown up of a general tea at four o’clock, under the auspices of a Miss Garvice, a tall and graceful girl of distinguished intellectual incompetence, in whom the hostess instinct seemed to be abnormally developed. . Don't worry about me. . On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting.
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